A Voice In The Dark

<p><em><strong>They say the forest keeps its dead. Elian returned.</strong></em></p><p>But something-someone-came back too.</p><p>When Elian first stumbled from the ancient house beneath a bleeding sunset the villagers met him with suspicion not relief. No one had ever escaped that place and none lived to tell its secrets. Yet Elian walked away unscathed-save for the emptiness in his eyes and the silent weight of a shattered memory.</p><p><em><strong>Days later</strong></em> he realized he'd left behind the only clue to his escape: a cryptic map. Ignoring whispered warnings that no one returns twice he ventured into the moonlit woods drawn by a need he couldn't name. Inside the house's rotting walls the woman who watched him from shadowed corners offered no answers-only half-spoken fragments of a promise a name and a love lost long ago. She spoke of time as if it were a living thing folding and twisting until reality itself betrayed him.</p><p><em><strong>As dawn broke</strong></em> Elian discovered the cruelest trick: the sun hung overhead like mid-afternoon even though hours had passed in darkness. The house had warped time teasing his mind with illusions. And still the woman's voice echoed in his head: <em><strong>You came back. Now remember.</strong></em></p><p>In Threads of Time every heartbeat echoes with longing every whisper conceals a betrayal and every shadow holds a secret. Enter a world where forgotten promises demand their due-and where the line between love and curse blurs until the final flicker of daylight.</p><p><em><strong>If you're brave enough to cross that threshold you'll never see time the same way again.</strong></em></p>